Fuck was she ravishing, I was fucking infatuated. I was transfixed. I wanted her. I needed her. Looking through her profile on the computer, I noticed...she was 23, lived right down the street, and, from the subtle text in her comments field, my supervisor's wife. “ROBS WIFE. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH.” read the comment. That’s where I must have met her. A few months ago I went to a party at Rob’s house. As my mind slammed on the brakes, the outside world coming to a halt, a little observation crossed. A hot blooded mammoth rod with a bloated circumcised head. Why was he so interested in me, a mother of five? A man of his status could easily get a bride, and nobody would raise an eyebrow. In a society where a man is always considered young, he could marry a girl even younger than his own daughter, then why me?Did he find me attractive?I closed my eyes again, and as it happened before, his naked thick cock appeared before my eyes. I felt a mild tremor running through my body. Dampness began to. Slowly she edged the entire shaft into her mouth and sucked gently but urgently as though she hadn’t tasted anything like it for years, which was not far from the truth.Her just moaned quietly as her hands caressed and massaged his balls, particularly the spot just beneath the sack that she knew would turn him on. She sucked and licked and took him even further in to her throat.She felt him tense and his cock buck slightly in her mouth before it began to pump from somewhere deep inside him. She. In truth, it’s mostly a huge turn-off for me.”“And that’s why the thing with you and Deborah never worked out?”“Sure, at least a part of why. She tried. I tried. But it just wasn’t working. Anyway, beyond the whole whips and chains thing, I really like tying you up and playing with you, toying with you until you’re hot and bothered and begging to be allowed to come.”Melissa gave a small satisfied groan, nestling deeper into his lap. She could feel his erection growing, and she was pretty.